The Canary in the Coalmine

The canary in the coalmine of a culture lost at sea is when the tides like tidings shift the use of ‘we’ to ‘me’.   It’s the stake we stake to gain one and the rope we loose to hold and the winds we brace to chase a bloody basin full of gold.   It’s…

The Lighthouse and the Sailor

The lighthouse and the sailor were as happy as could be, despite one being bound to land and the other, to the sea. “Oh, lighthouse!” cried the sailor. “Could you turn some of your light?” to which she gently whispered, “For as long as there is night.” And so it happened that her silent fondness…